love is hard
Thursday, 22 October 2015
love is hard. really hard. and sometimes you’re unhappy and sometimes
you’re delirious with it and sometimes the person you love is near you
but so far away that you don’t even want to touch them in case you break
them out of whatever it is that they’re inside of. sometimes that’s not
you. sometimes it’s not always you and them, sometimes there’s hundreds
of other people pressed against the glass of it, smudging it with their
fingers. sometimes they are cold and you are tired and you don’t even
want to touch each other because there’s been too much touching and it’s
not what they need or want. love is sometimes the shaking cat in the
back garden that does not want you but needs you. sometimes it’s every
sunrise you’ve ever seen blurred into one. it just depends.